Category : Diary/Journal

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They all look at him and they see perfection. They see the dazzling smile, the deep dimples, the piercing brown eyes, and the tall and strong physique. 

They worship him like God. They throw themselves at his feet, hang on to his every word and follow him around like loyal disciples. 

Then again, that's how the story goes; when you're at the top, everybody wants a piece of you but when you're down, they are nowhere to be found.

See, they don't know him like I do. I look at him and what I see is a man of broken pieces. I see his darkness and his light, his insecurities, his hope.... and I also see a heart that is stitched and patched purely of love; a love he is stingy with.

I see him for who he truly is.... far from perfect, a vision of fuck ups personified and imperfection glorified. 

And seeing him in all his messy glory, only one word comes to mind - LOVE.

Yes, I love this glorious messy boy with the brilliant disguise.